How are you feeling today?
Still dreaming of that slumber spree?
Still hoping for some cash for free?
Still think it all will turn out right,
just ’cause it simply has to be?
Don’t feel like showing up for work?
Don’t want to trudge through daily dirt?
Don’t want the pressure creeping in,
but it still waits, a patient lurk.
Maybe it’s all just passing waves,
A cycle of hope and half-dug graves.
Some days feel sharp, some gently blur,
and in the quiet, doubts still stir.
How do I really feel inside?
Maybe a bit of hope, still shy.
Maybe just want to watch the sky.
Maybe forget the creeping tension,
maybe go run, not question why.
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